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pensnestI threatened promised to do this, and nobody dissuaded me. But we can dispense with the babies. I'm not that hungry.
Warnings: non-con, elephantiasis, feats of unnatural strength, unorthodox use of a lava lamp
O Lance! Where did you put the lava lamp?
The slowly opened hotel door revealed
A pair of sleepers twined upon the couch
Another lying face down on the floor
and television static on the screen.
Methinks this was a million years ago,
when telly ceased at twelve or thereabouts
and VCRs were real.
Anon my tale.
"Pray hush, beloved, everyone's asleep,"
Thus Lance, as in the eerie light he stooped
and bent to pick up something from the floor.
His ass, in leather primly clad withal,
rounded and lush, aroused a fearful lust
in JC's member, which, in swift response,
lengthened and swelled at once to mighty size.
He could brook no delay; obedient to
the promptings of his turgid meat, he grabbed
and threw Lance to the bed, and covered him
at once with his own body, pushed his tongue
betwixt those pouty lips, and slid his hands
invading 'neath the pretty floral shirt
which Lance, incongruously, wore that night.
Hot breath came heavy from the eager pair,
Yet Lance's silent pleas for JC's lips
to suck his straining member with dispatch
brought forth no satisfactory response.
('Tis possible that JC was afraid
His mouth might not encompass Lance's dick
Which was of size gargantuan, such as
was comparable to a human arm.)
A shirt at once was ripped; whose shirt it was
is not entirely clear, but it was rent
from someone's body, one ferocious rip
and Lance, unnerved, essayed a slight retreat
and stared wide-eyed. Whatever could this mean?
Had Joshua run mad? Was he at risk?
And must he quite despair of getting head?
Instead, JC stared into Lance's orbs,
Green and hypnotic, oddly filled with fear,
and vowed never to hurt his darling boy.
Passion could not be corked, out, out it flowed,
tears marred his lovely cheeks because it was
all just too much for JC's heart to bear.
"I love you!" he declared, through sobs of joy.
Though startled by this lachrymose display,
Lance licked the salty drops from JC's face
and tenderly declared his love alike.
An instant later Lance was lying prone,
and JC's turgid meat pressed to the cleft
of Lance's leather pants between his cheeks.
JC, encouraged by his lover's moans,
to feats of strength which hitherto had been
beyond his power, pushed his mighty thumbs
right through the seam of Lance's leather pants,
released the musky manliness of Lance
who, innocent of briefs and thus exposed,
yelled in surprise as JC's questing thumb
slid past the sphincter of his anal ring
and in, and burrowed deep.
In the next room,
Chris jumped awake to see that on the couch
Justin and Joey slumbered in a pose
suggestive to th' untutored eye, but he,
accustomed to the snugglings of his boys,
instead bethought him of JC and Lance,
who had mayhap returned to the hotel.
A scream, "Oh, fuck me!" split the silent night,
as JC's straining dick met Lance's hole.
Bulbous and ridged, stretching the channel tight,
Deeper inside it went, and pulsed and oozed,
euphoric bliss for Lance.
Indeed.
Meanwhile,
beyond the bedroom door, Chris heard the squelching
the grunts and lustful groans that were emitted
and could not quite believe what he was hearing.
And who shall blame him, noises notwithstanding.
For serious? His friends were having sex?
With patient caution, in the shadows he
eased through the door and closer to the bed.
JC, acute enough to hear his gasp
eased his tumescent dick from Lance's tunnel,
slick and impressive, moist with Lance's innards.
"Why were you watching us? Why are you here?"
said Lance, whose suddenly vacated ass
yet yearned for JC's mighty root inside.
Now supine on the bed beside Lance Bass,
his nostrils filled with musky manliness,
Chris moaned as JC tugged away his pants
and grasped his dick, and grabbed his tender balls.
"You need not answer. Punished you shall be,"
JC decreed. "You'll get what you deserve,"
Lance added, rolling off the loaded bed.
The desecrated leather pants clung tight
and Chris stared in dismay, for down one leg
His terrifying cock could plain be seen.
The base alone was thicker than his wrist.
The turgid shaft was inch by inch exposed,
At last, the head of Lance's mammoth dick,
and Chris in horror tried to flee the room.
To no avail. They brought him back, and yanked
his pants off as he quivered on the bed.
A probing digit poked inside him then,
and Chris threw back his head and howled in pleasure
as JC rubbed the sweet spot deep inside him.
"No sound! Be quiet, somebody will hear!"
How could Chris bear such punishment as that?
A single crystal tear crept down his cheek.
"I will be quiet. Promise, I'll be good,"
he said, and was rewarded with a kiss.
Lance left the room, and JC worked his finger
deep, knuckle deep, caressing Chris's prostate.
Two fingers then, and Chris's laboured breath
caught in his throat. At that point, Lance returned
bearing with him an object of great promise.
It was the lava lamp from Chris's room.
A soundtrack here would chime a knell of doom.
A merciless assault came next, as Lance
flickered his tongue 'gainst Chris's puckered hole
While Chris was crushed 'neath JC, whose dick oozed
its inexhaustible supply of precum
Onto their victim's back. Ew. Lance, of course,
savoured the precious taste of this as well.
(How he could reach to lap it must remain
a mystery.) So Chris was pinned and helpless
as JC straddled him and squeezed his cock.
And now see how the night's erotic peak
Approaches as the glowing lamp is pushed
Roughly within the tender tiny hole
Its light extinguished slowly, as the dark
orifice receives it; burning, the heat
scorches inside, and Chris's hips buck up
—as well they might—the lamp is all enclosed
Only the plug remains outside his ass.
Lance had experience of anal beads
(though possibly had not quite understood
the happy details of this form of pleasure)
and so, grasped firm the cord and pulled it hard.
The lamp was hoisted forth; at this expulsion
A mighty shriek burst from poor Chris's larynx.
It was still warm.
Ungrateful Lance at once
Tossed the abusèd lamp aside, and tested
with fingers to determine Chris was prepped,
his temperamental hole ready to take
the bloated member poised at his tight ring
(though why it would at this point still be tight
is anybody's guess); Lance thrust within,
Right to the base. Then JC, missing out,
crawled in between the two spread pairs of legs
and pressed his mighty dick inside as well.
Twin towers of terror soon began pulsating
and Chris's piss slit belched forth its white treasure.
Post orgasms, the bed was soon quite sodden
with cum that poured from Chris's flooded hole.
Reluctant then to waste what was emitted
JC lapped up the rich and heady liquid
as it drained out of Chris. Well, fair enough,
nobody wants the wet spot, after all.
They kissed and cuddled, and when he could speak,
Chris said. "I liked it. Can we do that more?"
Alas. The lamp had perished, all its glass
was broken, tossed so carelessly aside
that all the gloopy scarlet wax had dribbled
onto the bedroom's white carpeted floor.
Never again would it be fit for use
In this, or any more accustomed fashion.
In spite of this the future shimmers bright.
They will acquire another lava lamp
For Chris 't will bring particular delight
As he explores the glory that is Cramp.
I think I got all the best bits in. *flees*
ETA: The gushing fount of my inspiration, now on AO3. And, for those who have not been exposed to its glory, The Lava Lamp Story In Pictures is worth half an hour of your time—five minutes to read, twenty-five to recover.
Warnings: non-con, elephantiasis, feats of unnatural strength, unorthodox use of a lava lamp
O Lance! Where did you put the lava lamp?
The slowly opened hotel door revealed
A pair of sleepers twined upon the couch
Another lying face down on the floor
and television static on the screen.
Methinks this was a million years ago,
when telly ceased at twelve or thereabouts
and VCRs were real.
Anon my tale.
"Pray hush, beloved, everyone's asleep,"
Thus Lance, as in the eerie light he stooped
and bent to pick up something from the floor.
His ass, in leather primly clad withal,
rounded and lush, aroused a fearful lust
in JC's member, which, in swift response,
lengthened and swelled at once to mighty size.
He could brook no delay; obedient to
the promptings of his turgid meat, he grabbed
and threw Lance to the bed, and covered him
at once with his own body, pushed his tongue
betwixt those pouty lips, and slid his hands
invading 'neath the pretty floral shirt
which Lance, incongruously, wore that night.
Hot breath came heavy from the eager pair,
Yet Lance's silent pleas for JC's lips
to suck his straining member with dispatch
brought forth no satisfactory response.
('Tis possible that JC was afraid
His mouth might not encompass Lance's dick
Which was of size gargantuan, such as
was comparable to a human arm.)
A shirt at once was ripped; whose shirt it was
is not entirely clear, but it was rent
from someone's body, one ferocious rip
and Lance, unnerved, essayed a slight retreat
and stared wide-eyed. Whatever could this mean?
Had Joshua run mad? Was he at risk?
And must he quite despair of getting head?
Instead, JC stared into Lance's orbs,
Green and hypnotic, oddly filled with fear,
and vowed never to hurt his darling boy.
Passion could not be corked, out, out it flowed,
tears marred his lovely cheeks because it was
all just too much for JC's heart to bear.
"I love you!" he declared, through sobs of joy.
Though startled by this lachrymose display,
Lance licked the salty drops from JC's face
and tenderly declared his love alike.
An instant later Lance was lying prone,
and JC's turgid meat pressed to the cleft
of Lance's leather pants between his cheeks.
JC, encouraged by his lover's moans,
to feats of strength which hitherto had been
beyond his power, pushed his mighty thumbs
right through the seam of Lance's leather pants,
released the musky manliness of Lance
who, innocent of briefs and thus exposed,
yelled in surprise as JC's questing thumb
slid past the sphincter of his anal ring
and in, and burrowed deep.
In the next room,
Chris jumped awake to see that on the couch
Justin and Joey slumbered in a pose
suggestive to th' untutored eye, but he,
accustomed to the snugglings of his boys,
instead bethought him of JC and Lance,
who had mayhap returned to the hotel.
A scream, "Oh, fuck me!" split the silent night,
as JC's straining dick met Lance's hole.
Bulbous and ridged, stretching the channel tight,
Deeper inside it went, and pulsed and oozed,
euphoric bliss for Lance.
Indeed.
Meanwhile,
beyond the bedroom door, Chris heard the squelching
the grunts and lustful groans that were emitted
and could not quite believe what he was hearing.
And who shall blame him, noises notwithstanding.
For serious? His friends were having sex?
With patient caution, in the shadows he
eased through the door and closer to the bed.
JC, acute enough to hear his gasp
eased his tumescent dick from Lance's tunnel,
slick and impressive, moist with Lance's innards.
"Why were you watching us? Why are you here?"
said Lance, whose suddenly vacated ass
yet yearned for JC's mighty root inside.
Now supine on the bed beside Lance Bass,
his nostrils filled with musky manliness,
Chris moaned as JC tugged away his pants
and grasped his dick, and grabbed his tender balls.
"You need not answer. Punished you shall be,"
JC decreed. "You'll get what you deserve,"
Lance added, rolling off the loaded bed.
The desecrated leather pants clung tight
and Chris stared in dismay, for down one leg
His terrifying cock could plain be seen.
The base alone was thicker than his wrist.
The turgid shaft was inch by inch exposed,
At last, the head of Lance's mammoth dick,
and Chris in horror tried to flee the room.
To no avail. They brought him back, and yanked
his pants off as he quivered on the bed.
A probing digit poked inside him then,
and Chris threw back his head and howled in pleasure
as JC rubbed the sweet spot deep inside him.
"No sound! Be quiet, somebody will hear!"
How could Chris bear such punishment as that?
A single crystal tear crept down his cheek.
"I will be quiet. Promise, I'll be good,"
he said, and was rewarded with a kiss.
Lance left the room, and JC worked his finger
deep, knuckle deep, caressing Chris's prostate.
Two fingers then, and Chris's laboured breath
caught in his throat. At that point, Lance returned
bearing with him an object of great promise.
It was the lava lamp from Chris's room.
A soundtrack here would chime a knell of doom.
A merciless assault came next, as Lance
flickered his tongue 'gainst Chris's puckered hole
While Chris was crushed 'neath JC, whose dick oozed
its inexhaustible supply of precum
Onto their victim's back. Ew. Lance, of course,
savoured the precious taste of this as well.
(How he could reach to lap it must remain
a mystery.) So Chris was pinned and helpless
as JC straddled him and squeezed his cock.
And now see how the night's erotic peak
Approaches as the glowing lamp is pushed
Roughly within the tender tiny hole
Its light extinguished slowly, as the dark
orifice receives it; burning, the heat
scorches inside, and Chris's hips buck up
—as well they might—the lamp is all enclosed
Only the plug remains outside his ass.
Lance had experience of anal beads
(though possibly had not quite understood
the happy details of this form of pleasure)
and so, grasped firm the cord and pulled it hard.
The lamp was hoisted forth; at this expulsion
A mighty shriek burst from poor Chris's larynx.
It was still warm.
Ungrateful Lance at once
Tossed the abusèd lamp aside, and tested
with fingers to determine Chris was prepped,
his temperamental hole ready to take
the bloated member poised at his tight ring
(though why it would at this point still be tight
is anybody's guess); Lance thrust within,
Right to the base. Then JC, missing out,
crawled in between the two spread pairs of legs
and pressed his mighty dick inside as well.
Twin towers of terror soon began pulsating
and Chris's piss slit belched forth its white treasure.
Post orgasms, the bed was soon quite sodden
with cum that poured from Chris's flooded hole.
Reluctant then to waste what was emitted
JC lapped up the rich and heady liquid
as it drained out of Chris. Well, fair enough,
nobody wants the wet spot, after all.
They kissed and cuddled, and when he could speak,
Chris said. "I liked it. Can we do that more?"
Alas. The lamp had perished, all its glass
was broken, tossed so carelessly aside
that all the gloopy scarlet wax had dribbled
onto the bedroom's white carpeted floor.
Never again would it be fit for use
In this, or any more accustomed fashion.
In spite of this the future shimmers bright.
They will acquire another lava lamp
For Chris 't will bring particular delight
As he explores the glory that is Cramp.
I think I got all the best bits in. *flees*
ETA: The gushing fount of my inspiration, now on AO3. And, for those who have not been exposed to its glory, The Lava Lamp Story In Pictures is worth half an hour of your time—five minutes to read, twenty-five to recover.
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Date: 2014-04-16 11:52 am (UTC)Anything involving glass that can break inside you is potentially fatal.
It's also even more dangerous than that, as lava lamps are actually a bottle balanced on the base of the lamp. The electric connection is to the metal part of the lamp.
If you insert lava lamp into anus and then pull cord, you will be left with the bottle inside, which will be impossible to remove without a trip to A+E and will be extremely difficult/impossible/very dangerous there.
I really really hate to be a killjoy, but if there's even the remotest chance of anyone trying to imitate that story....
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Date: 2014-04-16 12:40 pm (UTC)when everyone is drunk. My first experience of it was by the light of the biggest lava lamp I've ever seen.The Lava Lamp story has actually spawned a mini-fandom of its own, with several stories of the adventures of Lamp. Only the maddest popslashers actually follow these. We are a very select band.
I agree that anyone attempting to imitate the story would be doing a Very Bad Thing Indeed, for all kinds of reasons.
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Date: 2014-04-17 07:55 pm (UTC)To say the least. *shudders*
And OMG it's now on AO3????????
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Date: 2014-04-20 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-24 07:47 am (UTC)This is amazing. You are amazing.
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Date: 2014-04-24 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-17 09:46 am (UTC)No words. There are no words.
Except for maybe "dazzling". And "luminous". And quite possibly "the creative achievement of the decade".
Yes.
(This is SO going in my LJ memories :)
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Date: 2014-04-18 08:13 pm (UTC)The Lava Lamp story just keeps on giving.
Oddly, quite a lot of it is *written* in this meter. "The base alone was thicker than his wrist" is a direct quote.